Fragment LXI: How could I bear it? In the public place

How could I bear it? In the public place
To chaunt and revel! when before my face,
Seen in the distance, I discern the train
Of harvest-triumph ; and the loaded wain
And happy labourers with garlands crown’d,
Returning from the hereditary ground,
No more my own! My faithful Scythian slave!
Break off this strain of idle mirth ; and shave
Your flowing locks ; and breathe another tone
Of sorrow for my fair possessions gone !